Act 243 Mortal Curtain VI

This is the place God promised you.

It shines brightly in the sky like a stream of light.

Your wisdom surges like a flame,

Your crown is as noble as the stars;

You are the king of the ancestors and the people of God.

Blessed is everyone,

Because God and kingdom, wisdom and spirit, have all come.

——"Seven Lines of El Norma", Lacantu

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Constance's voice was low and long. It passed through the courtyard of the Garden of White Roses and through the forest, recounting the past sixty years ago:

"Your grandfather, Sword Saint Darus, is a man of extraordinary talent and talent. He is a figure who appears once in a century. And his bloodline is equally noble. He was the promised one born in Karasu in the Year of the Flame, and is a member of the Cadilloso family. proud--"

"what about you?"

"You were born into the Cadilloso family and have received unimaginable honors and pride. You are lucky. However, you do not know how to advance or retreat. The title of Sword Saint of the Earth cannot always protect you. The Cadilloso family is in It’s nothing in front of the empire.”

"I gave you a chance, but it's a pity that you didn't cherish it——"

The Silver Queen gently raised her right hand and stretched out her index finger. Her girlish fingertips were slender and long. A drop of golden blood flew out from the fingertips and blended gently into the void in front of her.

After all, mortals cannot understand this world. No matter how talented he is, just like a smart monkey can only dominate a group of monkeys, Darus was once such an excellent promisee, but his future People cannot see such a drop of blood flowing out of their bodies. This is pure blood. How can the dirty blood flowing in the bodies of the Black Iron People be compared with the glorious and dazzling era in the past?

This is the sorrow of the world.

"That woman's bloodline has also been purified to a considerable extent." Brynhildr, the leader of the Valkyries, suddenly said. The low, hollow voice lingered in everyone's ears like a whisper.

"It seems that Her Majesty the Queen's experiment is not without success." Charles replied.

Only Medisa didn't care about this,

Constance's words made the little princess slightly unhappy. She said: "The lord did not rely on anyone. He didn't even know his birth before this. He was only twenty years old. Such an experience is not mine. Among the clansmen, they are enough to compose epic poems.”

"It's not unprecedented."

"Me?" Medisa shook her head and said softly: "I am not as good as the lord, no matter what, I am still a princess, and the people of my clan have put their efforts into me as much as anyone else."

Charles smiled and patted the little princess on the shoulder, and he said:

"A person's life is like the stars in the sky. When we see the stars dotting the night sky, we often ignore the most dazzling light among them. However, some people are born to shine for an era——"

"Fools have no way of knowing this, so history and books are filled with myths and legends."

This is a heavy time.

Mortals lost the favor of the gods.

Hundreds of millions of lights went out, and people paid homage to the sages. Moving forward hard in the darkness, they built kingdoms and city-states on the basis of suffering, and lit torches in the wilderness.

The glory of civilization has been passed down after all.

But people still have nostalgia for the past in one way or another. Some people are obsessed with the past and hesitate to move forward, but some people are not willing to indulge in the memory of Enron and die.

Some people took the first step, and some people were ahead of others, and that’s exactly what happened. After the Min'er people, there will be four empires standing on the earth.

The names of the forerunners were carved on the stone tablets. However, after thousands of years of wind and frost, the name on the stone tablet was still blurred.

In the Wind Queen's Temple and Faenzan's Holy Palace, two pairs of calm eyes each showed a look of indifference. Outside the White Harbor, the bells echoed to remind the sails in the harbor to prepare to avoid the storm.

William Pist looked at the blizzard in the sky. The huge figure of the evil dragon Fusia is gradually fading away, and her voice comes from the snowy wind in the sky:

"See you in the elemental realm. Buga people."

The time has come.

In the past three hundred and seventy years, Warnde has had 1,847 promised ones born, including thirteen chosen ones. In the past hundred years, this number has increased to half. Since the First Era, the course of history seems to be shining with the names of geniuses, and every dazzling star has profoundly changed the trajectory of the world.

But Brando didn't tell the Silver Queen:

This is not a sign of the repurification of mortal blood. The era of gods has passed forever. The Dragon of Darkness will never come again. The country of Miner will eventually become the incomplete words on the book, a new era. It is indeed coming, but it will not bring a glorious past.

But a bloody war.

This is the mortal war.

Brando raised the long sword, and a dazzling golden-red light shone between the fragments. What he cherished was not the opportunity for others to give charity, but the real people around him.

It's a pity that he won't say any of this.

Because he understands that to some people they mean nothing.

This is a truth that only a few people understand, and it is summed up by tens of thousands of bloodshed and death.

The first person to rush in front of him was the grand leader of the Flame Knights, Richard of the Empire Gate. He raised his sword, and the flame blade in his hand intersected with the knight leader's sword, and then made a sharp sound, Mars. Three swords shot out from the blades of the two swords, and the two men each took a step back.

With a crash, Prince Ogeos pulled half of his body out from under the ruins, lifted up the stone slab with disgrace and crawled out. He looked at this scene with blood-red eyes. This was an extreme war, but he seemed to have never heard of it.

He had never suffered so much in his life, it was simply a shame and humiliation.

In Wallach, his father was still weighing on him, but here no one could control him. The reckless and defective side of this prince's character was magnified without limit. The first thing he did was Not to check the injury, but to fumble for his own saber.

"It's really blind..."

"You really don't know how to live or die..." Qian had just waved the sky back to her hand when she heard Oweina's sarcastic voice coming from her mind: "A mere mixed-blood god-citizen of countless generations. Dare to speak arrogantly, she doesn’t even know your lord..."

The girl suddenly stopped talking, curled her lips and said, "Humph, you are overestimating your own abilities."

Qian didn't understand what she was hearing, and now she was filled with anxiety. But she found that she still couldn't help Brando. Because of the blood of God, she had been hovering at the level of the golden peak, and she didn't even have the elements of civilization. With the help of the sky, she could barely sweep past opponents in the early stages of Side of Truth. , but it’s a battle against the peak of the law or even the extreme realm. Still powerless.

Ovina seemed to sense her master's mood and said, "Those two idiots are obsessed with their own things. Why don't you help them?"

"Me?" The mountain girl was stunned for a moment, her amber eyes shining brightly: "Can I help the lord?"

"Well, your strength is a bit too weak. But this is normal, and you don't need to be discouraged. Do you know that there are several extremely powerful figures in history who are not actually geniuses, but through acquired efforts, they can still Let your name be engraved in the long river of history.”

"How can I help Lord Lord?" Akane asked steadily.

Ovina's shadow appeared next to her, and she glanced at the battlefield lightly: "It's very simple. They want to suppress your lord in terms of blood, why don't you fulfill their wishes and open all access channels? . Let them see the methods of your lord—"

"Open the permission channel?"

"Permission is blood, stupid girl."

"Improve my bloodline?" Qian was stunned: "How can I do it?"

"No," Oweina kept shaking her head: "Your lords are right, you are really a stupid girl. Your bloodline cannot be improved subjectively by you. What I mean is to let you open all access channels -"

"Open all access channels?" Qian asked again blankly.

"It's very simple. You are the Azure Knight, and your authority comes from the arbitration gate. You are originally a supervisor and manager. This is your scope of authority."

"what should I do?"

"Password——"

"Password?"

The Knights of the Empire Gate are fighting inextricably with Brando. Willek joined the battle group again, but the situation was equally evenly matched. It seemed that in just a few hours, the latter's strength had improved a lot.

Willek, who later joined the battle, couldn't help but feel frightened. This young man was really terrifying. How old was he? He had also heard rumors about Sword Master Darus sixty years ago, but could it be said that everyone in the Cadilloso family was such a pervert?

But he didn't know that Brando finally had time to consolidate the new characteristics of his space and time elements after the battle at Hanlu Manor. As an element of existential power, how could its potential be beyond the imagination of ordinary people?

Behind the two of them, Bradley and Maxili were stopped by Sidney and Veronica. When San Leo and Silver Gray Eyes Finn joined the battle, Brando suddenly stopped.

Then he had a shield in his hand.

On the shield, there are painted bright flames, a glorious temple, the highest laurel crown and the kingdom of God. A holy sword hangs alone in the sky and falls straight into the earth, as if it wants to swallow up the whole world. Divide into two.

This shield is extremely familiar to everyone living in the center of this empire.

It is the holy shield of angels, the symbol of Rushta.

Akroma's Shield.

The moment Brando took out the shield, the expressions of all the powerful men surrounding him changed. This was a sacred object left by the Lord of Fire to the Cruz people. How could it fall into the hands of an outsider?

Richard was the first to react. He was filled with anger and was about to burst out immediately, but at the last moment a strange idea suddenly flashed into his mind.

Why can he take away the Holy Shield?

This shield was once placed on the Victory Square by Gilt himself. For thousands of years, no one could come within three feet of it.

Even if the Great Holy See Vala comes in person, it will be the same.

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